With a single slash, the blade effortlessly cleaved through the Werewolf's claws.
Blood splattered, and a massive wound appeared. Coupled with the silver-blended weapon, it inflicted an extremely painful injury on the Werewolf.
While not as lethal as a silver bullet, silver cold weapons were incredibly sharp against Werewolves.
Their thick fur, which could originally resist ordinary blades, was now like paper, easily pierced with a light thrust.
Once struck by a silver weapon, the wound would burn with searing pain, and if it pierced the heart or neck, it would cause irreversible damage.
This was because silver weapons also carried a severe injury effect, preventing their wounds from healing quickly. Their proud regeneration ability rapidly lost its effect, blood loss accelerated, and the speed of death increased.
"Roar! Roar! Roar—!!!"
Struck in the hand, the Werewolf before them displayed immense fury, a ferocious expression on his face.
He completely disregarded his injury and continued to lunge towards Seline, attempting to overwhelm her with his weight advantage.
After all, this was how Werewolves fought; the more they fought, the fiercer they became, and the more blood they saw, the more aggressive their attacks.
However, Seline was no pushover.
As the Blood Clan's strongest female warrior, her title of "Moon Goddess Selene" was certainly not for show.
Facing the Werewolf's overwhelming charge, she deftly dodged, evading the attack.
Her speed was a great advantage; her slender and agile body was much faster than the Werewolf's two-meter giant frame, especially in the narrow apartment corridor.
"Beast, one more slash! Let's see how many you can take!"
With a mocking expression, Seline's ice-blue eyes fixed on the Werewolf before her.
She unhesitatingly swung her second slash, the silver-white blade piercing into the Werewolf's abdomen.
A large pool of blood began to flow. With this strike, the Werewolf before her seemed like a deflated ball, starting to wilt. His speed and strength both slowed significantly.
When striking a person, the most crucial location is definitely not the head, because the head is difficult to hit, and even if it is hit, the scene will be extremely bloody and terrifying.
Over time, even a killing king would be unable to visually accept it. To avoid mental trauma, the best way to strike a person is the abdomen. Stabbing the stomach is more effective than anything else.
A knife strike to a person's limbs will not cause too much injury, and due to the pain, it will stimulate the opponent's adrenaline secretion, causing them to temporarily forget the pain and become even fiercer and more aggressive.
However, if the abdomen is stabbed, it is completely different. The area is large and easy to hit, and once hit and the intestines are damaged, there will be massive blood loss.
No matter how much adrenaline is secreted, it will be useless in the face of blood loss. They will be like a deflated ball, getting slower and slower. The ancient hooligans had a deep understanding of this—!
"Pfft…!"
"Pfft… Pfft…!!!"
Therefore, with just one stab after another to the abdomen, the Werewolf before them was quickly unable to hold on.
His speed became slower and slower, until he finally clutched his stomach and knelt on the ground, appearing utterly exhausted.
As mentioned earlier, silver weapons had a severe injury effect.
After these few stabs, the Werewolf's abdominal wounds did not heal; instead, they grew larger with each strike, and he had already lost most of his blood.
At this moment, he could no longer hold on. Without his regeneration ability, the terrifying Werewolf was no different from an ordinary beast!
"Bang—!!!"
Finally, Seline picked up the Desert Eagle from the ground and fired a shot directly at the head of the dying Werewolf, causing him to fall.
His massive body collapsed onto the ground, and blood flowed like a river across the apartment floor.
The amount of blood from one Werewolf was immense; Seline's high-heeled boots were covered in sticky, crimson blood.
Having easily dealt with one Werewolf, Seline looked towards the apartment corridor window.
At this moment, Werewolf Leader Lucian and several of his Werewolf subordinates had already left.
The area was empty. It seemed they had used the intense battle as an opportunity to escape.
The Werewolf on the ground was likely a sacrifice used to cover their retreat.
"Tsk…!"
"To escape even by sacrificing his own kind? How decisive. It seems everything is true; there's no need to doubt it anymore.
That human is probably, as Javier said, a special person who can fuse Blood Clan and Werewolf blood."
Looking at the shattered window, Seline gazed at the empty street outside the apartment and couldn't help but curse disdainfully.
But the matter was far from over. Escaping her pursuit didn't mean escaping the Vampire Clan's entire encirclement.
The Vampire Clan had been ambushing this street for a long time to eradicate the Werewolves; how could they allow Werewolf Leader Lucian to leave so easily?
"Beep beep beep…!!!"
"Beep beep beep…!!!"
"Important intel: Werewolf Leader Lucian has escaped with the target human, fleeing south down the street.
Immediately seal off the encirclement on the south side of the street. It is imperative to stop Werewolf Leader Lucian and the target human.
Werewolf Leader Lucian's appearance is long hair and a beard, a green jacket and work pants, and a cross necklace pendant around his neck.
The target human is wearing a white doctor's coat, which is very conspicuous. Make sure to stop them both. Repeating one last time…"
Without hesitation, Seline looked at the empty apartment window, pulled out a black walkie-talkie, and reported the situation.
At the same time, she ordered a large number of Vampire Warriors to tighten the encirclement towards the south side of the street.
This was the technological gap between their Blood Clan and the Werewolves. How could a group of barbaric beasts escape the grasp of their Blood Clan!
Meanwhile, other situations on the battlefield were not to be underestimated.
The battle between hundreds of Vampire Warriors and over sixty Werewolves was a one-sided slaughter.
Although Werewolves had Blue Light Ultraviolet Bullets, they would lose their minds once they entered a berserk state, making it impossible to use these weapons.
Even if some Werewolves managed to use Blue Light Ultraviolet Bullet pistols to shoot, it was still useless.
Because when these Werewolves saw the Vampire Warriors' equipment, they were all stunned.
Everyone else was fighting in thin clothes; to transform better, Werewolves rarely wore bulletproof vests.
But what about the Blood Clan?
Almost every one of them was armed to the teeth: helmets, bulletproof vests, limb protectors, no different from counter-terrorist elites. This was a classic case of the times had changed!
Even more bizarre were the Blood Clan Knights wearing Middle Ages armor.
They had a greatsword at their waist but held AKs and shotguns in their hands, a complete hybrid of the two.
This unusual style of dress made the Werewolves curse loudly.
Not only were Blue Light Ultraviolet Bullets unable to penetrate their defenses, but even their sharp claws found it difficult to break through.
Therefore… the Werewolves became living targets, relentlessly besieged and mowed down by the Vampire Warriors using firearms.
In a short while, more than half of them were dead or wounded. So, this was actually a massacre, not some so-called great battle!
And upon hearing Seline's situation report, without hesitation... Viktor, the blood clan elder, leading a dozen elite Blood Clan squads, immediately rushed towards the south street.
They were close to catching their enemy, Lucian, which made Viktor incredibly excited.
But even intelligent Vampires have a day when their cleverness backfires, because due to their common habits, they never expected one thing.
That is, Werewolves never take the usual path. Viktor's elite Blood Clan squad only traveled on the road, while the Werewolves were underground. That's right... Werewolves also have their own highway, which is the sewer—!
This is a route that is easily overlooked because the Blood Clan focused too much on defending the streets, thus overlooking the place Werewolves were most familiar with: the sewers.
Moreover, the sewers of New York are intricate and complex, and the Blood Clan had no understanding of the conditions below, making it easy to get lost.
Conversely, Werewolves were extremely familiar with the conditions inside.
They knew exactly where each sewer led, which directly validated the old saying: You have your plans, I have my ways to get over the wall.
They feared no planes or cannons; they excelled at guerrilla warfare and tunnel warfare.
While backwardness might lead to being beaten, the wisdom of the working people should not be underestimated or ignored.
The Werewolves successfully learned and imitated the thirty-seventh of the Thirty-Six Stratagems: tunnel warfare.
In the sewers, they were invincible.
For the Blood Clan to catch them in the sewers would be as difficult as reaching the sky, like finding a needle in a haystack—extremely hard.
What's more... not all Blood Clan dared to go into the sewers. The sewers were so dirty, and Blood Clan, with mysophobia (cleanliness obsession), would find such an environment unbearable.
Only the oppressed and exploited Werewolves, who had lived in sewers and caves for hundreds of years, developed such habits.
"Thump, thump, thump…!!!"
A series of footsteps echoed clearly within the sewer.
Looking at the manhole cover above his head, Werewolf Leader Lucian felt for the first time that living in the sewers was a good thing.
Because Lucian, the Werewolf Leader, clearly knew that only the sewers could save their lives tonight.
Looking at the sticky grease and moss around them, the stench reaching his nostrils, and the green-black dirty water in the central drain, Lucian was certain that the Vampires would not dare to come down to such a place to catch them.
And now, they only needed to follow the sewer all the way to the Werewolf den.
After preparing themselves, they could transport Michael, the important hostage, out during the daytime.
After all, Vampires dared not appear during the day, and coupled with the hundreds of thousands of manhole covers on the streets of New York, it would be extremely difficult for the Blood Clan to stake out every location.
They only needed to hijack a car and escape the city.
That's why Lucian, the Werewolf Leader, felt fortunate—fortunate that they had lived in the sewers for a long time.
If they hadn't adapted to the foul-smelling sewers in advance, they, the Werewolves, probably wouldn't dare to take this old route through the sewers.
After all, their Werewolf noses were very sensitive, and enduring all the smells inside would be an extremely difficult task.
"But then again…"
"The smell here is indeed very hard to bear."
Pinching his nose, smelling the various stenches in the sewer, Werewolf Leader Lucian shook his head and couldn't help but sigh, gasping.
Normally, the sewer dens where they, the Werewolves, lived would be thoroughly cleaned and tidied, kept as clean as possible.
But here… well, never mind. It's best not to mention it. Leaving quickly is the priority.
Meanwhile, the Werewolf subordinates behind him couldn't help but stifle their laughter as they watched their Werewolf Leader's face turn ashen from the smell.
There was nothing they could do… their boss was still a bit too pampered.
On the contrary, those of them who did all the hard work had completely gotten used to it.
Years ago, they even rummaged through trash cans for food; the smell of that trash was far more potent than this.
And some converted Werewolves used to be homeless people and sanitation workers, so they had long been accustomed to it.
And very quickly, after moving rapidly through the sewers, Werewolf Leader Lucian could already determine by instinct that they had escaped the Blood Clan's encirclement.
They had already left the previous New York residential streets and entered the slum area.
After all, no one knew the underground sewer routes better than they, the Werewolves.
Therefore, to shake off the Blood Clan's pursuit faster, Werewolf Leader Lucian decided to push open the manhole cover and return to the surface now, then hijack a car and escape the city directly.
Having made up his mind, Lucian instructed two Werewolf subordinates to first check the situation.
After prying open the manhole cover and discovering they were in a narrow, sparsely populated alley, Werewolf Leader Lucian and several of his Werewolf subordinates immediately chose to return to the surface without hesitation.